#melanc

[thetoaddaddy]

A battle rages in the field. Despite the fact that there are very few participants, it's clear that the enemies are at least at the level of Jonin.

"This is no place to die, Lord Jiraiya!"

Melanc holds out her hand to help Jiraiya up.

Jiraiya scoffs as he wipes his mouth off. He helps himself up before turning towards her. “I don’t plan on dying to these losers. But I assume you have a plan, Melanc.” There really wasn’t time to be wasted on supporting conversations.

[hatsofftomadness]

Emperor's New Mood

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The emperor's got himself a brand new mood, a mad one, if you ask me!

[you-cansci-me]

🥇 First place Prize: 5 Sprite Set 🥇

(( It’s the lovely Miss Melanc that I got to give sprites to, and she belongs to @ask-the-jaded-jadeblood!! I’ll be moving along now to the next winner, thank you so much for giving me this opportunity to draw her out! ❤️ ))

[lowsodiumlevels]

Melanc picks up the lil grub as her jadeblood instincts kick in. "I have only had ttthis grub for a few seconds, buttt if anyttthing were ttto happen ttto ittt, I would release all of my gianttt deattth clockworks ttto wreak havoc on ttthe entttire world."

[itsmillonsfireflies-blog]

2015

[linacomrie]

[thetoaddaddy]

[ PUNCH ] because Melanc caught Jiraiya peeping on other women.

Jiraiya followed through the motions like a rookie. He rubs his nose to get the sting out of it as he frowns childishly at Melanc.

“What? There’s a gap in the slats. Anyone would be curious enough to look.”

[epigrvm]

❝ You’re still mad, I can feel it through the phone. ❞

﹙  ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS.  //  ACCEPTING. ﹚     —— @melanc​

                    《 ※ 》     FINGERS CLENCH TIGHTLY around the cellular device, holding it closely to his ear as he listens on. It was true. He was still quite mad. And even though he made an attempt to hide the irritation in his voice, it was clear that his efforts were failing. So instead of attempting to hide those feelings and tuck them away, pretending they didn’t exist, he displays it more openly; firstly with a long, drawn out sigh. 

❝   You stood me up.   ❞ Blunt. To the point. Sangcheol had waited outside of the dance studio for an hour. Occasionally, he’d go back inside to clear his mind with dancing or something, but then would venture back outside to find no signs of a familiar face. Then there was the constant checking of his phone to see if he received any missed calls or new text messages, but there was absolutely nothing. On top of that, he didn’t hear back for a few days. So of course he’d still be mad. Not only was he stood up, but then his mind started to think of potential scenarios that could have played out. Like, the younger male’s life was in danger. Or he had fallen ill. For a moment after the immediate bubbling of annoyance underneath his skin, he felt guilt that night. For something he didn’t do wrong. 

❝   You didn’t even bother to call, dude. Let alone text me back. I was w——ahh …   ❞